I’m hurting, and it’s okay. I see you, my pain.
I’m angry, and it’s okay. I see you, my anger.
I shiver, and it’s okay. My body is reacting, processing and living through pain and loss.
I’m scared, and it’s okay. I see you, my fear.
I am hopeful, and it’s okay. I see how my brain is bargaining and how I’m creating fantasies about being close to you again.
I am a little in denial, and it’s okay. I see you, my denial. I accept that my pain pushes me into crawling into a little bubble and not see the reality.
I am sad, and it’s okay. I see you, my sadness, I feel you, I accept you. I am alive.
I am frustrated, and it’s okay. I see you, my frustration. I accept that my ego is hurting. I accept that I feel like I am worse than others who you loved. I know it’s not true — but I still feel it, and it’s okay. It’s just the way it is when we are hurt.
I feel weak, and it’s okay. I see you, my weakness. We are all humans, and we don’t possess unlimited strength. I’m letting myself to be weak.
I forgive you.
I feel compassion to you.
I feel your pain, too.
I am silently sending you my love.
I am letting you go.
One day I will remember you without pain.
I will live.
I will not self-destruct.
I am accepting my pain and am living through it without running away.
I will thrive.
I am grateful to every touch.
I am grateful to every moment of happiness.
And I am allowing myself to keep and feel this love, in silence, selflessly.
